Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Skeng , by - The Bug. Song from the album London Zoo, in the genre ЭлектроникаRelease date: 29.06.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ninja Tune
Song language: English
Skeng |
| Phenomenon One |
| This one dedicated to all badman |
| Whether you from Manchester or London |
| Whether you from North London or Brixton |
| Put up one a hand |
| Phenomenon two |
| Sight Flowdan and Killaman a roll through |
| So What bruddas and mi Roll Deep crew |
| You don’t wanna brush we a step on wi shoe |
| You know say a true |
| Phenomenon three, put in the Ganja take out the seed |
| For all a me intelligent people |
| Pon di road side we a smoke weed |
| Yes indeed, that’s what we need |
| Four, one time we talk and nah talk no more |
| Sight dem boy and wi kick off the door |
| Kick of dem door and mi run up with the .44 |
| You don’t wana see the .44 |
| Five, bust my gun and them nah stay alive |
| Tek way ya son I might tek way your wife |
| An you dun kno say |
| Mi a go skill ago stab with knife |
| Tell dem about Phenomenon six |
| Dem walk with knife when we walk with sticks |
| Killa man mi ago done some pricks |
| Done some pricks with the M16 |
| Tell dem bout Phenomenon seven |
| How much gun mi bust fi di weed seven |
| Man don’t wanna get one out o da seven |
| Cos ya only gonna get eleven |
| Tell dem bout Phenomenon eight |
| Bust my gunshot boy at the gate |
| Mi don’t really care if it’s early or late |
| Badman real we nah fake straight |
| Phenomenomenon nine |
| Tec wid da nine, SW9 |
| Tec nine ago tek nine |
| Boy dem can’t dis mi it’s fine |
| If a boy fuck wi mine |
| Then I get the ten, mac ten |
| Phenomenomenon ten, tell dem already |
| Nah, tell dem again, no problem |
| Mmm, skeng, skeng, skeng |
| Mi and Killa man bust off the big skeng |
| Skeng, skeng, skeng |
| Mi and Killa man we load the big skeng |
| Car, car, car |
| Skeng pon road no skeng in a car |
| Car, car, car |
| Mi and Killa man nuff roll in a car |
| Road, road, road |
| Gully inna hand and mi nah walk with sword |
| Sword, sword, sword |
| Shot inna face like dart in a board |
| Real, real, real |
| Bullet fly through bombawhole windscreen |
| Screen, screen, screen |
| Who can’t hear dem mumma ago feel |
| Pussyole dem nah know me, mmmhmm |
| See mi pon di roadside rollin', mmmhmm |
| Like say ya feel it cyan roll in, mmmhmm |
| We have da machine ready for dem, ready for dem |
| No mek me afi stroll in, mmmhmm |
| When the big dog rollin', mmmhmm |
| You don’t want see when gunshot start beat |
| It will be like when dog’a eat tripe |
| Cah me jus stop whole lotta dem |
| Tell you d’truth se mi nah care bout dem |
| Cah we me duppy de duppy de duppy de duppy de duppy dem |
| Me ago send back duppy fi dem |
| Man a bad a man from a long time |
| I swear down you can ask all ya people dem |
| Look inna mi face breda man |
| You don’t wanna see man when mi get evil then |
| Then, then, then |
| You don’t wanna see me get evil |
| Evil, evil, evil |
| Worse, worse, worse |
| Shot inna face make you send fi di nurse |
| Worse, worse, worse |
| Shot inna face make you send fi di nurse |
| Nurse, nurse, nurse |
| Doctor can’t fix you send fi di hearse |
| Hearse, hearse, hearse |
| Doctor can’t fix you send fi di hearse |
| Black, black, black |
| Funeral start everybody in a black |
| Black, black, black |
| Puppa in a suit and mumma in a frock |
| Pussyole dem nah know me, mmmhmm |
| See mi pon di roadside rollin', mmmhmm |
| Like say ya feel it cyan roll in, mmmhmm |
| We have da machine ready for dem, ready for dem |
| No mek me afi stroll in, mmmhmm |
| When the big dog rollin', mmmhmm |
| You don’t want see when gunshot start beat |
| It will be like when dog’a eat tripe |